Today, rousing myself from my deathbed, I took my lonesome to see a matinee of "Breakfast at Tiffany's". I hadn't seen it in at least a decade, and never on the big screen. I noticed that the humor fell completely flat, but the pathos seemed magnified (kinda the opposite of what happened with "Casablanca" when I saw it on the big screen...odd)
Pre-show there was even a raffle, like they'd do back in the 30s and 40s, or so the owner's son (who had to rush upstairs to turn on the film) said, when they'd give away dishes and the like. I won a dollar, which was nice, but I would have rathered some dishes.
Anyway....the movie left me with lots of food for thought, but I'll begin with the superficial.
That's probably for the best right now.
I'm going to try to leave dear old Audrey out of the post altogether, if that's possible, and focus on very random stuff I'd never noticed before.
1. Where, oh where does O.J. Berman (Holly's "agent") get such huge bed pillows. I wish I could have found a photo of them. His are huge and almost square. (insert too easy double entendre here). I have but a queen (insert even easier double entendre here) bed, but my little queen pillows float around on it like rafts on the Pacific.
Oh, and there were reclining beds in 1961?! Why don't we all have one by now....with jetpacks?
And he has a fabulous lamp, with a gilded sheaf of wheat base, much like this table, a twin of which I saw in an shop in Houston last year for an exorbitant amount of money (but still want)
2. Patricia Neal. Need I say more? I mean seriously. She's too fabulous. I want to be her when I grow up.
Or at least have her come and "decorate my apartment," if you know what I mean. ('cause I don't)
Of course, Audrey is the style icon and all, but I think Pat's clothes are every bit as stylish.
She is a very "stylish girl" after all.
3. Under Holly's bathtub settee,
I noticed one of my long standing wants, a zebra rug. I'd never noticed it before.
4. Lastly, George. Cute. I know, but honestly, I'd never really noticed before. He's not my "type", whatever the hell that means, but he was awfully cute. Even I have to admit.
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